#puzzle
I used to say your lips were too small.
but now,
after feeling so many,
I realized yours weren't small.
They were a perfect fit,
like a puzzle piece.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
you told me
to start using a highlighter
instead of a pencil
as we were doing word search together.
now,
you didn't only
bring color and life to my book,
but also
to my life
that was so dull and lackluster
without you
by my side.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
These are the words I would never tell you,
Your smile, your eyes, your hair, that is just a plus to you, but your personality is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I thought after one year, the crush would be over but I was wrong.
7 years later and I'm still completely and utterly in love with you. You're the person I look for when I walk in a room, you're the person I can mess with their hair and wouldn't care. You're the person that I can throw a pencil at and make you pick it up and wouldn't get mad. You're the only man I trust, and you know how much I don't trust them. But I know I can tell every single secret but one and you wouldn't tell another soul. When you told me you believed in me, a piece of my broken heart went into it's place like a puzzle piece.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
we were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly...
but just belonged to different jigsaw sets..
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
When the
mess bred
by ancient
logicians
is put to rest
and we dicover:
The chicken
and the egg
hatched
in two
different
places at
the same time;
Love was
an inverse
relationship
between lust
and time;
Infinity was
a universe
we couldn't see.
Will conversation
cease?
Will silence
replace
speech?
Will the larynx
become a vestige?
How will
we debate
the notes
that compose
silence?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
she was so busy
trying to solve
the worlds greatest puzzles
she almost forgot
she was one of the greatests
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
There's something about the ever-moving sea,
Whose shimmering waves brighten every face,
Whose calming sounds bring joy to every ear that hears
There's something about the forever changing beach,
Whose soft sand holds treasures from the deep blue,
Whose sparkling granules clump together to create vast castles
There's something about the ongoing sky,
Whose blue tints are home to the warm, shining sun,
Whose colors magnify themselves onto the gorgeous sea
So look upon this picture and smile,
Because each figure is a piece of a puzzle,
Forming a complex but brilliant masterpiece.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
I am me.
I don't see myself at all
Even more with every fall
I am me.
A mystery in plain sight
A darkness to be shed with light
I am me.
Traveling from destination to destination
Yet I can't find where I truly belong
I am me,
And I can't see
What I'm meant to be.
I am me.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Do you realize how lucky you are?
You two have your problems
But you fit together
Like what one is lacking is made up by the other
Some force their love like mismatched puzzle pieces
But you are lucky
You fit
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
We are each born
A box full of pieces
But as the years pass
We are faultily rearranged
Jammed into wrong spaces
Lost under the couch
And as the years pass
We look less of what we were
And now more of who we are
Luckily, unlike puzzles
Our pieces can be replaced
Our cut outs can be reshaped
And even if we are misplaced
Someone will put you back together
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
It's been a year since that day
The day that you confessed
The day we started this lovely mess
but don't worry I didn't love you any less
The way we talk to each other til 2 in the morning
The way we squeezes each other's hand every time we're both freezing
The way we let our guard and pride down every time we're fighting
are some of the things that I will never get tired of doing
You do what floats your boat
Someone who thinks twice before doing what he's told
You're like a difficult puzzle to solve
but despite all that, I'll still love you til the day we're both old.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
You can look at a puzzle
for hours and hours
and try to fit the pieces together
the way they should be,
but then you're gonna see a space
smack dab in the middle,
and you won't be able to find the piece
to complete the picture.
You and I have all the pieces,
we just chose the wrong time
to figure out the puzzle.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
Writing this poem
Is as difficult as
Translating my thoughts into accurate words.
Even though I'm not good,
I admit that I try.
I can't say the same about you.
We talk about
The same
Things
Every
*******
Day.
You don't trust me enough to just let me in.
"Friend"
If that is what you are.
Or is that just a title I have,
So that you don't feel so alone?
You are a puzzle.
Yes.
You.
This stupid little game is making me sick.
Every **** day
I find out
I'm missing another piece
Of the bigger picture.
Of you.
I can barely even put the pieces together.
And I'm just wondering if I should leave you
Unfinished.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
Nothing
is ever
as it seems
when understanding
is understood
another puzzle arrives
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
The world is
One huge
Jigsaw puzzle.
Everyone is a puzzle piece.
And just like how
Every puzzle piece is unique,
How the puzzle would be incomplete
Should even just one piece go missing,
Everyone on earth is unique,
And the world would be incomplete
Without any one person.
Except me, of course.
I'm merely
An extra piece.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
We do not stick together.
Two pieces of a puzzle and I am the missing piece.
But you are already entertwined, you do not realize I am the
Missing Piece.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
With
pieces that attach to each other,
And
pieces that don’t,
Puzzles
are like my mind.
Hard
to put together,
But
once arranged correctly,
Everything
makes sense.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Life is a puzzle
Where everyone has to fit in,
Belong to society
And the walls they crowd us in
We are all just searching
For the place
That connects
Our empty spaces
To their whole places.
Piece after piece
We start to believe
That no one out there
Is our soul mate destined to be
We continue through life
Puzzled.
Till the day death flaunts our heart
We are completely
Troubled.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
A puzzle piece doesn't fit
into a place that isn't theirs
So stop
Trying to fit
Into places you don't
Belong
Stop
Trying to squeeze
Into spaces you don't
Fit in
Stop
Altering yourself;
Cutting,
Trimming,
The pieces that make
You
Just to fit into skin
That isn't
Yours
Because no matter how hard you try
A puzzle piece never fits
into a place that isn't theirs
Believe me,
I've tried
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Različite vizije
u istom spektru riječi
Gaslo ulično svjetlo
i ljupka narnijska lampa
Obasuti bijelim pahuljama
i zagrljeni crnilom noći
U pratnji borova
ili uličnog pločnika
S obzorom grada
ili netaknute prirode
Isti spektar riječi
Sličan spektar boja
Ali različite oči
Različito zrcale
Istih slova zvuk.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
My good morning
was followed by a statement
In which she said "I stank."
It was the cigarette stank
That made her utter the obvious complaint.
She doesn't know my struggle.
A mind of potential
with the heart of a saint.
Yet bound by demons
And voices that say "I can't".
I wish to tell her.
How they help my mind go blank
And away from the thoughts
That are as loud as voices.
How they help me think straight sometimes
And give me the courage
To make the right choices.
It's just remnants of my fall
From when my mind
Hit rock bottom and I was unable
To make the right choices.
All of my demons, I've fought them
And this is the smoke from the battle
In which they are engulfed
In its flame.
The ending of the cant's and aint's.
The smoke from this cigarette.
So please excuse, my cigarette stank.
Oh How her complaint
Will echo through my mind
And never become faint.
I can't take this
So when I get the chance
I will light another cigarette
To forget all about this
And make me become correct.
**** I hate that
I have to smoke another cigarette.
My good afternoon
Was followed by a glare.
A glare that married women
Should never think to dare.
She could see into my soul
And knew that all isn't fair.
Her beauty was one
That I could never compare.
So right back I would stare
Until something broke my attention
And again I begin to stare.
Until I pictured her bare
And being lost in lust
Covered in each other's hair.
Her eyes were flames of a flair
Flickering off in the distance
and Shining through the night air.
I want to reach you
And see what's up with that glare
But life isn't fair.
It has lead us to where we both
Are a separate pair.
Attempts to become close
Will be followed by no's or I can't
And how our meeting was too late.
Which will be her complaint.
The agony, I can not bare
So I will let it fade away with
The smoke from this cigarette.
So please excuse, my cigarette stank.
Oh How her complaint
Will echo through my mind
And never become faint.
I can't take this
So when I get the chance
I will light another cigarette
To forget all about this
And make me become correct.
**** I hate that
I have to smoke another cigarette.
Another cigarette
Another cigarette
**** I have to smoke another cigarette.
My good evening
Was followed an expression
In which it looked like I stank.
Her face was the face
that God makes when we all sin.
Disappointment cloaked in forgiveness
And love.
She smiles as she gives me a hug.
I look at my daughter
And even with her I can feel the love.
When I'm alone I sigh.
My mind is a puzzle
And my true thoughts are shielded
with a muzzle.
So I let them fade away with
The smoke from this cigarette.
I just hope they excuse, my cigarette stank.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
She's the epitome of mystery
A mystery that takes a lifetime to solve
You'd be busy with her elegant puzzles
As she entertains with her clumsy clues
And at times, solving her would be tiring
Yet you know giving up would be a waste
So when you finally do solve her
You'd know that it was worth it
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Life seems like a puzzle
A puzzle that will never end
Sometimes pieces fit together
sometimes they do not
In some puzzles piece are missing
Just like people or certain activities lack in ours
those activities can be lost forever
or they can be found
At the close of your life,
you will look back on the puzzle
The puzzle, now a picture
a picture that now makes sense
a picture of a life fulfilled
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
I don't believe our lives are a puzzle
No--
I believe that life is a puzzle
The difference is
That you do not have the whole puzzle
Like some people think
You are one piece
In a larger puzzle
You fit next to some people
And not next to others
But it's not quite that simple
It's life we're talking about,
After all
You see,
Sometimes people change shape
So even if you used to fit next to them,
You may not be able to anymore
In fact,
Sometimes they have moved to the other side of the puzzle
And they are gone
They no longer complete
The picture you are creating
And sometimes,
You change so much
That you don't fit the puzzle anymore
That is how I feel
But don't jump to conclusions,
If you leave the puzzle too early,
The person you would have fit next to
No longer has anyone to complete their picture
So as you can see,
Your life is not a puzzle
You are a mere puzzle piece
Life itself is the puzzle
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC